I love the quiet
of the almost-dawn
The crunch of snow
beneath my feet
while the stars twinkle
The earth holds her breath,
waiting for the sun
to enter from the east
and wake her from her rest
I love the quiet
of the almost-dawn
The crunch of snow
beneath my feet
while the stars twinkle
The earth holds her breath,
waiting for the sun
to enter from the east
and wake her from her rest